This is a poem I wrote while staying with a dear friend in Mailhac, France. It’s really as beautiful as it looks. I am so grateful for the trip and the friendship…
The Full Hollows
In the heart
the abbey, the nautilus, the iris,
the person, the horse, the cricket,
the berry, the house
the light and dark
hollow of potential,
a unique distilled, defining
A silken, silent cord of spirit
pricks it awake as it threads
through and links the coeurs
one to another.
Sacred chambers strung like jewels,
a grand necklace
draped on the blue green planet.